| Song | Wake Up, Niggers |
| Artist | The Last Poets |
| Album | The Last Poets |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Pudim | |
| Night, descends, as the sun's light ends | |
| And black comes back, to blend again | |
| And with the depth of the sun | |
| Night blackness become one | |
| Blackness being you | |
| Peeping through the red, the white, and the blue | |
| Dreaming of bars, black civilizations that once florished and grew | |
| HEY! - WAKE UP, NIGGERS or y'all through! | |
| Drowning in the puddle of the white man's spit | |
| As you pause for some drawers in the midst of shit | |
| And ain't got nothing to save your funky-ass with! | |
| You cool, fool - sipping on a menthol cigarette 'round midnight | |
| Rapping about how the Big Apple is outta sight, when you ain't never had a bite | |
| Who are you fooling? Me, you | |
| Wake up, niggers or ya ALL through! | |
| In Uptown, two roaches are drowned in each other's piss | |
| In Downtown, interracial lovers secretly kiss | |
| While junkies are dreaming of total bliss | |
| Somewhere in the atmospheeeere, far away from heeeeere | |
| Beyond realms of white dimensions, gathered by suppressed intentions | |
| As their CRIES, cries, cries go unrecognized | |
| Except by their keeper, the Grim Reaper | |
| "SAVE ME!, " a carnity shout, as the lights go out | |
| 'cause you ain't paid your 'lectric bill | |
| And the rats and roaches move on in for the kill | |
| As your lips struggle the Grain, that last drought from the wine bottle | |
| And you roll snake eyes, never to realizing that you BLEW | |
| WAKE up, niggers or ya all through! | |
| Sitting in the corner with your minds tied to your behinds | |
| Bonafied members of Niggers Anonymous | |
| Never knowing which way you're going - pimpin' off life | |
| Turning tricks to slick dicks, with candy asses | |
| "All masses are behelding a mind mourning for the Late Great black maaaaaaan... " | |
| (Ahhhhhhh-meeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeen...) | |
| YOU NIGGERS UNDERSTAND? ! UP AGAINST THE WALL | |
| Black male and farmers, are a-blow you away | |
| And you'll never live to see the light of day | |
| And the nightstick, the nightstick it glides GRACEFULLY upside yo' head | |
| That's right, brothers and sisters, YOU livin' dead | |
| When the cock crows, and the night goes | |
| And it saves your ass in the nick of time | |
| As you wake up and you start to find | |
| Yourself, laying up in bed - scratching your ass in hand | |
| Trying to remember where you recall this veneer nightmare | |
| That always leave you feelin' blue | |
| But you still can't place, The Man face, as hard as you try to | |
| HEY! - WAKE UP, NIGGERS OR WE ALL THROUGH! |
| zuo ci : Pudim | |
| Night, descends, as the sun' s light ends | |
| And black comes back, to blend again | |
| And with the depth of the sun | |
| Night blackness become one | |
| Blackness being you | |
| Peeping through the red, the white, and the blue | |
| Dreaming of bars, black civilizations that once florished and grew | |
| HEY! WAKE UP, NIGGERS or y' all through! | |
| Drowning in the puddle of the white man' s spit | |
| As you pause for some drawers in the midst of shit | |
| And ain' t got nothing to save your funkyass with! | |
| You cool, fool sipping on a menthol cigarette ' round midnight | |
| Rapping about how the Big Apple is outta sight, when you ain' t never had a bite | |
| Who are you fooling? Me, you | |
| Wake up, niggers or ya ALL through! | |
| In Uptown, two roaches are drowned in each other' s piss | |
| In Downtown, interracial lovers secretly kiss | |
| While junkies are dreaming of total bliss | |
| Somewhere in the atmospheeeere, far away from heeeeere | |
| Beyond realms of white dimensions, gathered by suppressed intentions | |
| As their CRIES, cries, cries go unrecognized | |
| Except by their keeper, the Grim Reaper | |
| " SAVE ME!, " a carnity shout, as the lights go out | |
| ' cause you ain' t paid your ' lectric bill | |
| And the rats and roaches move on in for the kill | |
| As your lips struggle the Grain, that last drought from the wine bottle | |
| And you roll snake eyes, never to realizing that you BLEW | |
| WAKE up, niggers or ya all through! | |
| Sitting in the corner with your minds tied to your behinds | |
| Bonafied members of Niggers Anonymous | |
| Never knowing which way you' re going pimpin' off life | |
| Turning tricks to slick dicks, with candy asses | |
| " All masses are behelding a mind mourning for the Late Great black maaaaaaan... " | |
| Ahhhhhhhmeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeen... | |
| YOU NIGGERS UNDERSTAND? nbsp! UP AGAINST THE WALL | |
| Black male and farmers, are ablow you away | |
| And you' ll never live to see the light of day | |
| And the nightstick, the nightstick it glides GRACEFULLY upside yo' head | |
| That' s right, brothers and sisters, YOU livin' dead | |
| When the cock crows, and the night goes | |
| And it saves your ass in the nick of time | |
| As you wake up and you start to find | |
| Yourself, laying up in bed scratching your ass in hand | |
| Trying to remember where you recall this veneer nightmare | |
| That always leave you feelin' blue | |
| But you still can' t place, The Man face, as hard as you try to | |
| HEY! WAKE UP, NIGGERS OR WE ALL THROUGH! |
| zuò cí : Pudim | |
| Night, descends, as the sun' s light ends | |
| And black comes back, to blend again | |
| And with the depth of the sun | |
| Night blackness become one | |
| Blackness being you | |
| Peeping through the red, the white, and the blue | |
| Dreaming of bars, black civilizations that once florished and grew | |
| HEY! WAKE UP, NIGGERS or y' all through! | |
| Drowning in the puddle of the white man' s spit | |
| As you pause for some drawers in the midst of shit | |
| And ain' t got nothing to save your funkyass with! | |
| You cool, fool sipping on a menthol cigarette ' round midnight | |
| Rapping about how the Big Apple is outta sight, when you ain' t never had a bite | |
| Who are you fooling? Me, you | |
| Wake up, niggers or ya ALL through! | |
| In Uptown, two roaches are drowned in each other' s piss | |
| In Downtown, interracial lovers secretly kiss | |
| While junkies are dreaming of total bliss | |
| Somewhere in the atmospheeeere, far away from heeeeere | |
| Beyond realms of white dimensions, gathered by suppressed intentions | |
| As their CRIES, cries, cries go unrecognized | |
| Except by their keeper, the Grim Reaper | |
| " SAVE ME!, " a carnity shout, as the lights go out | |
| ' cause you ain' t paid your ' lectric bill | |
| And the rats and roaches move on in for the kill | |
| As your lips struggle the Grain, that last drought from the wine bottle | |
| And you roll snake eyes, never to realizing that you BLEW | |
| WAKE up, niggers or ya all through! | |
| Sitting in the corner with your minds tied to your behinds | |
| Bonafied members of Niggers Anonymous | |
| Never knowing which way you' re going pimpin' off life | |
| Turning tricks to slick dicks, with candy asses | |
| " All masses are behelding a mind mourning for the Late Great black maaaaaaan... " | |
| Ahhhhhhhmeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeen... | |
| YOU NIGGERS UNDERSTAND? nbsp! UP AGAINST THE WALL | |
| Black male and farmers, are ablow you away | |
| And you' ll never live to see the light of day | |
| And the nightstick, the nightstick it glides GRACEFULLY upside yo' head | |
| That' s right, brothers and sisters, YOU livin' dead | |
| When the cock crows, and the night goes | |
| And it saves your ass in the nick of time | |
| As you wake up and you start to find | |
| Yourself, laying up in bed scratching your ass in hand | |
| Trying to remember where you recall this veneer nightmare | |
| That always leave you feelin' blue | |
| But you still can' t place, The Man face, as hard as you try to | |
| HEY! WAKE UP, NIGGERS OR WE ALL THROUGH! |